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Characters: thebooksaysso & YOU~
Setting/Location: Right outside her and Cassandra's room
Date & Time: Day 43, late afternoon
Warnings: none so far
Summary: What does a witch do in her free time?
There were probably a number of things Anathema could have done to relax after finishing up her patrols, and most of them wouldn't have involved taking up the majority of the hallway up in the tower, blocking off any traffic.
What she eventually chose to do, however, did just that. The door to her and Cassandra's shared room was wide open as she sat hunched in front of the doorway, surrounded by scattered papers and the various trinkets and baubles she'd collected along their journey, and she seemed oblivious to the rest of the world and everyone in it as she diligently worked on scribbling across the inside of the doorframe with a bit of chalk. What she was scribbling would have been hard to say; what started out in English flowed into Latin, Sanskrit, heiroglyphics and old runes. Every language Anathema could remember even one word of was put down, across the floor and up along the sides of the frame.
She couldn't be sure this would even work out as it was supposed to, in the end, but anything at this point was worth a shot.